Author: FuckIGiveUpihssbkhaa

Kink Alphabet Series: Begging/Body Worship

She thinks he doesn’t notice.

The way she shivers when he scratches her scalp, how she holds her breath when he lightly runs his nail down the inside of her wrist. How her pupils go wide when he grabs her by the back of the neck, digging stinging crescents into her soft skin.

Oh, he *notices*. And he plans on giving her what she wants.

He’s kissing her now, deep and slow and wet, fingers tangled in her hair as he pulls her head back. Crowds her against the headboard, takes as much as he gives. He grasps her bottom lip with his teeth as he draws away and she whimpers at the drag, the *burn*, rolling her hips into his.

“I’ve noticed,” he starts, trailing his lips across her cheek to the shell of her ear, voice dark and gritty, “The way you stare at my hands. How you… react when I get my nails on you.”

To emphasize his point, he drags his nails down the back of her head and neck, watches as she gasps and trembles, clutching at his shoulders like she needs an anchor. Read more »

To be Me or Not to be Me [MF] [Flirting] [Superpowers] [Slight Exhibition] [Mostly Build Up] [Fluffy]

The attraction is inevitable.

Granted, there might be none when someone first meets Emmie. She might just be another face in the crowd. A person who’s not stunning but not overly ugly either. Unoffensive. Unremarkable. Forgettable.

Normal.

But, once people learn what she can do, *who* she can become, it doesn’t matter what she looks like anymore. Doesn’t matter who she is, only what part of herself that she can *change*. Make herself taller and slimmer. Her hair longer and her tits bigger. Her skin lighter. Her skin darker. Fatter. Shorter. Bottom heavy. No curves. Freckles.

Anything as long as it wasn’t her.

So, it’s inevitable, the way Nick’s eyes light up when she tells him about her power.

“Wait, are you serious?!” he says, wiggling on his bar stool as he leans forward, his grin wide and showing all of his teeth, “*Shape-shifting?* Dude, that’s super cool!”

In response, she shrugs her shoulders. Takes a sip of her cocktail.

“I guess,” she says, a sheepish twist to her lips, “S’not practical like yours.” Read more »

Kink Alphabet Series: Asphyxiation [MF] [Rough] [Choking] [L-Bomb]

It happens when they’re fucking.

She’s on her hands and knees on the bed, ass in the air and back curved as he drives his cock into her, thrusts so powerful that she has to grip the sheets to keep from falling over. But, he doesn’t relent, just digs his fingers into her shoulders to pull her back with each forward push of his hips, groaning as she gasps out his name.

He’s usually not this rough, this frenzied, feeling like his body is too tight and too hot, like he’s about to crawl out of his skin. But, she had been wearing that *dress*, all generous curves and sharp eyes and even sharper smile, with a confidence he hardly ever sees and he-

(He sat there across the dinner table, nerves popping like firecrackers as she ran her hand down his arm, tongue heavy as she laughed and *god*, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her, watched, *enraptured*, as she leaned over and looked up at him with those pretty, *pretty* brown eyes of hers, biting her lip, and he wanted to take her right there, right in front of everyone; wanted to lift her atop the table, throw her legs over his shoulders and bury his face between her thighs, worship her and show everyone that she was *his and only his* and-) Read more »

Kink Alphabet Series: Asphyxiation

It happens when they’re fucking.

She’s on her hands and knees on the bed, ass in the air and back curved as he drives his cock into her, thrusts so powerful that she has to grip the sheets to keep from falling over. But, he doesn’t relent, just digs his fingers into her shoulders to pull her back with each forward push of his hips, groaning as she gasps out his name.

He’s usually not this rough, this frenzied, feeling like his body is too tight and too hot, like he’s about to crawl out of his skin. But, she had been wearing that *dress*, all generous curves and sharp eyes and even sharper smile, with a confidence he hardly ever sees and he-

(He sat there across the dinner table, nerves popping like firecrackers as she ran her hand down his arm, tongue heavy as she laughed and *god*, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her, watched, *enraptured*, as she leaned over and looked up at him with those pretty, *pretty* brown eyes of hers, biting her lip, and he wanted to take her right there, right in front of everyone; wanted to lift her atop the table, throw her legs over his shoulders and bury his face between her thighs, worship her and show everyone that she was *his and only his* and-) Read more »